“Xavier would have ruined you, Jude,” Gideon said. “He wanted to keep you safe and happy. That was in Oxford, far away from Xavier. And him. He wanted you to live your dream...” “He was my fucking dream, Gideon!” I shouted. “Him! He made himself miserable, forced himself into a life with that piece of shit for what? For what?” I tore at my hair and scrubbed a hand over my mouth. Gideon looked sadder than I’d ever seen him. “For you, Jude. For you.”
